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Endless Night (Halloween Havoc no. 6)

by Sigma

I

Ms. Americana clenched her fist and stared up at the eclipse that loomed over Delta City on Halloween, giving the day an eerie overcast. She then looked across from the rooftop she stood on and at the abandoned church, gauging the distance to the giant stained-glass window above the main entrance. The Queen of Justice then turned and walked away to the other side of the roof, spun on her red, spiked heel, and took a runner's stance.

Deep breath. And then she launched into a run, throwing herself off the edge of the roof and clear across the street. She curled into a ball, hugging her knees to her chest, and multicolored glass shattered around her as she smashed through the window like a rock. She straightened out and landed on the floor in a three-point stance in the middle of the aisle between the pews, staring ahead at the altar.

"Samhain!" her anger echoed through the cavernous space.

At the altar, 13 women floated in the air, surrounded by glowing auras. A figure in black stood before them, turning only when Ms. Americana shouted his name.

He was tall, with a broad, muscular chest covered in glowing red sigils underneath his long coat. His hair was the color of night and his skin was a pale as fresh snow. Yellow eyes glowed as he smiled and held out his arms.

"She arrives," Samhain spoke. 

Americana stood, cracked her knuckles, and approached. She glanced behind Samhain to see the energy from the women being directed into an orb that floated between them. She charged into an attack as Samhain walked to meet her, but just as the Queen of Justice struck out at the occultist, the orb glowed bright and burst with energy. Americana shouted in surprise and stopped her attack, blocking her face from the wave of energy as it washed over and threw her back.

II

"Ugh..." Americana groaned, holding her throbbing head as she slowly got up. She was still in the church, but much of it was ruined now. The pews were shattered as if by a storm, and large sections of the roof where torn away, showing a dark sky overhead. Americana looked around the space. Samhain lay in front of the altar, surrounded by the women. Americana ran up to the altar and covered her mouth in shock. The women, 13 perfectly healthy young women, where now smoldering, mummified husks.

Samhain stirred and sat up, surveying the scene around him. "It worked!" he laughed as he got to his feet. "By the dark ones, it worked!"

Before he could say another word, a fist in a red glove found his jaw and put him back down. Americana stood over him and grabbed the collar of his coat and prepared to hit him again.

"You've gone too far this time!" she screamed. "Those women are dead and you're going to answer for every one of them!"

"They've served a higher purpose, dear. As you will in time," Samhain said, laughing with a bloody mouth. Americana hit him again before fixing a pair of handcuffs to his wrists and marching him outside.

"How long were we out...?" Americana asked when she saw it was night outside. She pressed the communication stud in her ear. "Can anyone here me? Specter? Wolf Woman? Midnight? Is anyone there?"

She got nothing back but static. She tried again. "I have Samhain. I'm taking him to a Sentinel lockup but I..."

The occultist used the distraction and drove his elbow back and into her jaw before running.

Americana staggered back and held her stinging jaw, and when she looked up, Samhain had the handcuffs open and in one hand. He dropped them, mocked her with a bow and stepped back.

"Run from me, and I'll make sure you never run again," Americana threatened.

"You have bigger problems than me, my dear," Samhain told her. "Much bigger."

Americana stomped toward him, only to look up and jump back in surprise when a large shadow overhead fell toward them. A massive object separated Americana from her prisoner, and when the smoke cleared, she stood in the presence of a bipedal creature with a muscular body and the horned head of a goat on its shoulders.

"My work is just beginning. Come find me when you're through here," Samhain told Americana before summoning a portal and stepping through it.

Americana ran after him, only to get smacked aside by the goat-headed demon. She tumbled across the asphalt before correcting and ending up back on her feet and sliding back. She eyed the demon, wiping the trickle of blood from her mouth.

"You have one chance. Where did Samhain go?"

The goat snorted and cracked its knuckles. "I will break you, cow." It promised.

"Fine," Americana said before rushing the beast. The two charged at each other, and Americana dodged under the goat demon's punch and grabbed its wrist. With a quick application of her superhuman strength, she flipped the goat over her shoulder and slammed him into the ground. Before he could recover, her boot found its mark and caused the demon's head to snap back. The demon was on its back, groaning and holding his face. It yowled in pain when Americana leapt up and dropped a knee on his sternum before getting up and pressing a boot to his throat.

"Where is he?!" Americana demanded, grinding her heel. She then grunted, unable to move fast enough when the goat swung a fist up and hit her in the jaw, sending her flying. Americana hit the concrete with a thud and held her head where it bounced off the ground. Before she could get up, the goat grabbed her by her hair and lifted her. It when wrapped its muscular arms around her and squeezed tight. She struggled to breathe, her ribcage compressing in the demon's powerful grip. At the same time, she could feel a stiff cock poking at the fabric of her Star Spangled bikini bottoms, and the goat laughed as its tongue snaked from between its teeth and tasted her vulnerable flesh.

Americana kicked her legs, driving her knees into the demon's rock-hard abs. He drew his tongue across the soft flesh of her tits, laughing as he tasted her skin.

"I will savor every taste," the goat demon promised with a bleating laugh.

Americana growled and the demon tightened his grip. She knew if she didn't do something soon, she was going to pass out and be at his mercy. She looked the demon in the face and then mustered what strength she could, pulled her head back, and then slammed it into the demon's snout. He recoiled in pain, loosening his grip some until Americana hit him 2, 3, 4 more times and he eventually let go.

The demon staggered back, muttering curses while holding his nose, and then his head snapped back with a well placed uppercut that put him on his back, his massive cock still standing completely upright. The demon tried to get back up, but cried out in pain when Americana leapt through the air and came down on his sternum again with her knee. She then grabbed his snout and squeezed as hard as she could.

"Where is Samhain? Talk!"

The demon looked at her with tear filled eyes and the Queen of Justice squeezed harder when he hesitated.

***

Americana had been running five miles nonstop and showed no signs of slowing down. Even at her speed, she stopped to take in the sights around her as she moved. It was Delta City, but not her Delta City. She learned from the goat demon that she was in some dark mirror of her home, a product of Samhain's creation. The people had been replaced by grotesque, misshapen parodies of humans. They shuffled aimlessly through the streets, most of them ignoring her, but some chasing her when she ran past. She easily lost them, but couldn't help but notice horned figures watching her from backlit windows in the surrounding buildings.

At the same time, winged figures soared in the moonlit skies above, and errant tentacles crept from sewer grates, trying to grab any hapless creature foolish enough to wander too close. She had to make her way to Neptune Park, in the dead center of the city. It was in the center of the park that she would find Samhain, according to the goat demon.

The demon had no idea what the occultist had been planning, he only carried out his will because of his influence on the place. He couldn't tell Americana how she was supposed to get back home either, so that was something she was going to have to beat out of Samhain.

Ms. Americana smiled at the thought, as the occultist had plenty to answer for, and she was going to make sure he did.

Before long, she arrived at the edge of Neptune Park, a darkened expanse of twisted foliage and shadowed pathways. She hoped the layout was the same as it was in the real Delta City, and then took a deep breath and began down the path that would take her to the heart of the park.

She moved through the forest, keeping her eyes alert while trying to ignore the sensation of constantly being watched. Things crept in the underbrush and in the trees overhead. Shadows moved in the corner of her eyes. Raspy whispers carried on the wind as Ms. Americana moved with determined purpose.

A bit farther into the park and see noticed a distant green glow, and as she approached it, she saw a twisting column of green flame reaching into the starless night sky. Whatever was going on, she knew Samhain would be at the center of it, and so she started running again, reveling the in thought of the feeling of her fist against Samhain's face. It would be just the beginning of his punishment for killing those girls.

***

Samhain sat atop a throne of bones, a naked woman at his side as they watched the scene in front of them. The massive green bonfire twisted and crackled, and a dozen naked women, their curvy bodies covered in sigils identical to the one's Samhain wore, danced around it, waving their arms and singing in an eerie, rhythmic chant.

Americana then looked closer and realized the woman all had deer-like antlers on their heads, and when she saw some of their faces, she realized their eyes were as black as the night sky above them.

"I could fight my way through..." she thought aloud. "But I have no idea what those women are capable of. I'd bet anything they aren't actually human..."

She looked around for a way to distract the women so she could charge at Samhain. She was positive she could take him if she could just get within reach, but doing that was going to take some planning and a bit of luck.

She watched the odd ceremony for a few minutes, but nothing changed. The woman kept dancing and Samhain never got up from his throne. Americana decided she needed to act, and turned to a tree behind her to grab a branch to break off. It was then that a raven landed on the branch and looked down at the Queen of Justice. The bird cocked its head to the side, then spread its wings and let out a horrible shriek, the kind of sound no normal bird should be able to make.

Americana stepped back and stared at the animal, and then heard another chorus of screeching to match the bird's. When she turned around, the horned women stood in front of the swelling fire and pointed in her direction. They were the ones screeching.

"Damn!" She cursed, thinking it was now or never. She broke free of the tree line and charged in Samhain's direction, but didn't get very far before snaking vines and tree roots slithered from the corrupted earth beneath her boots and stopped her. She tripped and fell face first, but before she could get up, the living foliage wrapped around her ankles and pulled her back. She twisted her body and tried to fight back, but soon her arms were restrained, and then her waist as the trees lifted her off the ground. She grunted and struggled, but even her superior strength couldn't free her.

The women had stopped screeching, and walked up to surround their captive. They stared at her with their black eyes. They were a mix of ethnicities but appeared to all be around the same age range of mid to late 20s. Americana noticed that each of them were covered in glowing green tattoos and each had a tattoo of a massive, twisted Raven in the middle of her chest. Then she looked more closely at their faces. "No..." she gasped, realizing that the women were the same women Samhain had used in his spell at the church.

"So good of you to join us, Americana," Samhain said, making his way to the front of the gathering.  The woman who was next to him on his throne was the thirteenth missing woman he had used in his ritual, and she stayed at his side, caressing his bare arm. "Have you ever witnessed a Witch's Sabbath before?" Samhain asked.

"What have you done to these women?"

"I have given their bodies and souls over to my masters, the Raven Lords, just as I will do with you," Samhain promised. He reached up and pulled down the heroine's bikini top, exposing her healthy 38Gs to the coven of his witch servants. The occultist then licked his lips and massaged the meat of Americana's chest. "Oh yes, I've longed for this. I was denied the pleasures of the flesh these past few days," Samhain said, motioning to the women around him, "because the ritual called for 13 virgins, but I will have my fill with you."

"Is that what this all is? Some ritual? To do what?" Americana asked.

Samhain stepped back and the twelve women who danced around the fire formed two lines on either side of him. The thirteenth woman stepped back and stood close to the fire. "I will tell you what, Queen of Justice," Samhain said. "Defeat me, and I will explain everything."

The vines holding Americana in place loosened and she dropped to the ground. She rubbed her wrists and then looked at the witches and their leader. Samhain stretched his naked arms out, and the sigils on his bare chest glowed as he challenged the heroine.

"I'll be sure to let you keep some of your teeth!" Americana promised as she charged at him. She threw a hard punch and Samhain stepped back as Americana pressed her attack.

Her punches were either blocked or turned aside and despite her efforts, Samhain didn't seem the least bit concerned with her continued attacks. When she threw another punch, he blocked and returned with a blow of his own that landed square in the middle of her flat stomach and nearly doubled her over. His speed and strength were inhuman, and Americana winced and jumped back, holding her stomach where she was stuck.

"You got a little boost since last time," she observed.

"My lords are generous," Samhain answered.

Americana ran at him and attempted a flying knee. When Samhain stepped back, she twisted her body in mid air and landed a kick on his jaw that caught him by surprise and caused him to hit the ground. He quickly got back up, but Americana clawed a clump of dirt out of the ground and threw it in his eyes, blinding him. Before Samhain could recover, she closed in, wrapped her long arms around his waist, and then flipped him back and slammed him on the ground.

Samhain grunted in pain as Americana twisted his arm behind him and kneeled on his back.

"Move, and I break it," she told him, pulling on his arm. "Now what the hell are you doing?"

The Queen of Justice then blinked and fell forward, catching herself on the damp forest ground. When she looked down, Samhain was no longer pinned underneath her. She turned around to see the occultist standing behind her.

"Bold of you to assume you've won," he taunted. "I've grown bored of fighting. Take her," he nodded.

Before she could even stand up, Americana was set upon by the twelve witches. She threw punches and kicks, trying to keep them away from her, but one grabbed her from behind and put her long arms around the heroine's neck. Another hugged her legs, and two of the witches held her arms. They forced the heroine to her knees, never once making a sound, and one of them grabbed her hair to force her to look at Samhain.

He walked toward her with hands behind his back and looked her over. She struggled against the witches, trying to get free and Samhain simply laughed and knelt in front of her. "Because I am in a good mood, I will tell you what I've accomplished here. This world I've created is a dark mirror of your own." He put his hand on her chest, moving it down her tits and resting it on her tummy. "Once I create the bridge, the two worlds will begin merging, the inhabitants here will begin replacing everyone you know and love, and the Raven Lords will walk upon their new domain, with me as their emissary."

Americana screamed in frustration as Samhain began walking away from her. She then felt a heavy hand strike her across the back of the head before everything went dark.

***

Americana's eyes fluttered open and when she woke, she saw the sky overhead and felt cold stone under her naked back. Rope held her wrists and ankles secure and the 13 witches stood around her, horned heads bowed as they each held a small green flame in their open palms. Americana realized she was strapped to some kind of altar. It was in the center of the clearing, where the massive bonfire had been earlier, and she tugged at her bonds in a panic when Samhain loomed over her, completely naked and his long, black hair tied back in a simple ponytail.

"You aren't going to get away with this!" she told him as he climbed on top of the altar and mounted her.

"My dear," Samhain answered, running his hand up her exposed body. "I already have."

Ms. Americana couldn't do anything to fight back as Samhain leaned over her and ran his hand up her chest and caressed her neck. His tongue explored the vulnerable, supple flesh of her chest, taking the time to slowly lap of the beads of sweat and sweet taste of her skin. Her nipples were rock hard, and quivers ran through the Queen of Justice's body as the occultist sucked on her flesh. She moaned despite herself and tried to push his presence out of her mind. But she couldn't ignore his body weight pressing down on her, the heat of his body, the wetness of his mouth exploring her body at its leisure. She felt his rock hard cock tracing its way up her naked thigh, and Samhain lifted his hips and guided himself into her open snatch, causing her to cry out as he penetrated her.

Samhain grunted and thrust himself in and out of his captive, one hand snaking under her waist while the other held the back of her head. All she could do was lay there as his cock stretched her out, as she sucked on her tits, biting the hardened nipples, and as his nails dug into the flesh of her naked back.

Americana bit her lip, trying to fight down the mounting pleasure that her enemy was inflicting on her, but despite her feelings about the man, her Aphrodite physiology was betraying her. They very thing that gave her all of her power was on the verge of causing her to lose all of her agency as Samhain's cock plunged deeper inside of her and brought her closer to the verge with every single push.

"Oh god!" she let the words slip out, drawing glances from some of the witches. Samhain then lifted his head and licked his lips. His hand locked around her neck as he grinned a toothy smile.

"No god here, my dear. He isn't welcome." He grabbed her by the jaw and squeezed as he continued fucking her, the flesh of their hips slapping together as Americana continued squealing and wiggling underneath him. They both breathed heavily, moaned, and grunted, and with every passing second, Delta City's premier defender knew it was only a matter of time.

"Oh god, oh god..." she repeated with ragged breath. Samhain looked her in eyed, took several long strokes, and Americana's eyes rolled back in her head.

"Ah!! Agggh!" she screamed, feeling herself explode all over the alter under her. At the same time, Samhain shuddered, and his cock sprayed his cum inside Americana's pussy. He groaned as he drained himself and then chuckled, his broad, marked chest heaving as he pulled out and stood up. Americana watched him untie his black hair and push it back after he traced his hand down her spent, supple body.

"It's done..." Samhain said, looking up to the sky.

Americana lifted her head just enough to see cum pooling on the altar. "Oh no..." she sighed, looking back up at the sky.

"You may proceed, my minions," Samhain spoke to the witches.

"Wha...?" Ms. Americana watched as they approached her on all sides while Samhain walked away. An entirely new sense of dread and panic swelled in the pit of her stomach, and she struggled in her bonds as the witches lifted their heads and the green flames in their hands shifted into a spectral claw on each woman's left hand. They then began drawing symbols all over their captive's soft flesh.

"What are you...? AGH!" Americana screamed at the surprising amount of pain as all 13 of the woman drew on her at once. It didn't take her long to realize that the symbols they were drawing on her matched the symbols on their skin and the symbols that Samhain wore on his flesh. Ms. Americana tried to bite back the pain, and as she looked up, she saw ravens circling overhead in the starless sky.

III

Brenda Wade woke with a start and groaned as the late morning sun shone through the window of her penthouse apartment. She sat up in her bed and looked down at her naked body, seeing it unmarked. Her Ms. Americana costume hung neatly on her open bathroom door and, outside the window, it was a day like any other.

She grabbed her TV remote from her nightstand and turned on the TV to find a news report from Tanya O'Donnel talking about the day's events throughout the city.

Brenda sighed and buried her face in her palms. "Just a nightmare...a nightmare. Get it together, Brenda," she whispered. She stretched her limbs over her head and stood up before rubbing tension out of her shoulder.

"I could really stand to go for a swim..." she said to herself before going to her dresser to find a bikini.

***

It was a cool, crisp day in Delta City when Brenda walked onto the roof of her building and up to her private, Olympic-sized pool. Her body was clad in a simple, skimpy blue bikini that did little to hide her generous curves. She put her towel across a chair and sauntered to the pool, sitting down on the edge to wet her feet first.

She let out a deep sigh and enjoyed the feeling of the water against her skin. She then looked down, catching site of her reflection in the water's surface, and she screamed.

The image reflected back at her bore the glowing green tattoos, covering her chest, stomach, arms, legs, and face. They flared when she jumped up, but when Brenda looked at her actual skin, it was as bare and flawless as it had always been.

"Wh...what the hell...?"

Suddenly, the sound of a bird cawing caught her attention and she looked up to see a raven circling overhead. The sky suddenly darkened with more of the birds, all circling overhead before descending and landing anywhere they could in the pool area. Brenda found herself surrounded by the creatures, and they all stared back at her with black eyes.

"You look well, my dear."

Brenda spun around to find Samhain standing behind her with a smile on his face.

"That was no dream you experienced," he explained, stepping toward her. "My plan is nearly complete, and my world will merge with yours." He reached out and grazed her stomach with his soft, cold touch.

"With your defeat, the seed for this world's destruction was planted. Our unborn Child of Darkness will lead the merging of our worlds, and humanity will serve the Raven Lords forever more."

"No..." Americana whispered with a hand on her stomach. She stepped back and clenched her other hand into a fist, preparing to strike Samhain when she saw a green glow. She looked down and saw the tattoos covering her body and flaring with light. She then felt her body freeze as Samhain walked past her.

"Now, now, we can't have that. You are now my bride, after all and the Raven Lords are watching," he said, motioning to the massive flock of birds. "My disciples, the 13 women, are moving through the city as we speak in search of more of the faithful to join our cause. They will be our agents until the denizens of my world can safely tread the ground here. You and I, however, will seek out and convert your friends. Our lords wish to start with the Specters. You will find them and bring them to me."

Americana's mind was clouded, her thoughts not fully her own. She felt seemingly hundreds if not thousands of whispers in her mind, clawing at it, taking root and influencing her. When she felt Samhain's spell over her fade, she lowered her fist and rubbed her stomach, a small bump already beginning to show. She then lifted her head as a shadow began to cast over the city. Another eclipse was in the early stages of forming and the ravens began to caw loudly and in unison.

Americana lowered her head, the tattoos on her skin surging with bright green light. "I obey the Raven Lords..." she said.

The End